Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

The young Marcis family stood in the crowd with terrified faces, technicians came and went, and officials hurriedly ran from one end of the room to the other, trying to find out the reason for the malfunction of the communicator.

He didn't understand what was going on. Fifteen minutes ago, there was a problem with the communicator in front of him. Not only is it as simple as not being able to communicate with the regent, but even the most basic startup cannot be achieved. And the technicians were helpless, and one of them said that the machine soul was taken away.

Machine soul, was taken away? What are you kidding me? Fuck the machine spirit!

The young man chewed these six words, unable to understand what the situation was at all. He stood irritably in the crowd and waited for a moment, and when he saw his ex, Kari Dosiris hurried over. He still looked extremely weak, but he still held his breath. The first time he saw the young man, he cursed loudly.

"You damn beast! I trust you, so I gave you the opportunity to take on such an important responsibility, but what did you do?!"

"My lord! That's not my problem!" The young man of the Marcis family explained in anger. "There is a problem with the communicator!"

"What's the problem?! I've been in front of that communicator for four days! Four days!" Kari Dosiris made a vulgar gesture, his eyes wide and bloodshot. "Four days! There was no problem whatsoever, you bastard made such a major mistake after sitting on it for a while!"

He roared: "How can a top student who graduated from the military academy can't even operate a communicator? I now have reason to suspect that you are a traitor. Prepare to go to court-martial! Incompetent idiot, you insulted your surname!"

In the face of his insult, the young man of the Marcis family suddenly tore off his military cap and threw it on the ground. He also roared: "You can insult me, but not my surname! Card! Captain Rey Dosiris, my family has served the Empire for the past seven hundred years, and it's gone!"

A sarcastic grin burst into Kari Dosieris' weak face: "You think you're the only one here? Fuck!"

He grabbed the young man by the collar, dragged him to the center of the room, pointed at the faces of the officials who hadn't slept for a few days, and shouted, pointing at the potent stimulants spilled all over the floor: "Here All are like you, their families and yours have no reservations for the Empire."

"I'll make it clearer—" He leaned closer to the young man's face and whispered in his ear: "—you're insulting your surname! Because incompetence is the greatest sin!"

"Stop arguing, my lord!"

A technician grabbed his arm,

Drag him away from the young man. Dosiris patted his hand and asked, "What's wrong?"

The technician looked like he was going crazy, and his face kept shaking: "Communicator, communicator!"

"What's wrong with the communicator, you fucking idiot, make it clear!"

The technician couldn't utter a word. He just pointed his finger in the direction of the communicator with trembling hands. The sound around him suddenly disappeared, and there was only silence. Kari Dosiris turned his head to look, and was swallowed by a chaotic yellow-green.

His body was bitten off by a mouth full of rancid smell in an instant, and blood flowed to the ground. The last thought that crossed Kari Dosiris' mind in the last moments of his life was: "His Royal Highness Guilliman must be notified."

Then, his mind fell silent. This little thought disappeared like a shooting star across the sky.

The noise in the military department resumed after this second, and the mental stimulation brought by looking directly at the demon was completely unbearable for mortals. Many people lost their sanity on the spot, and fell to their knees like idiots, begging for mercy. It has nothing to do with whether or not their faith is strong, it is only about the will.

The young man of the Marcis family came to his senses after a trance, and he stood up trembling from his vomit - the rotten and disgusting monster was picking up a technician with a strange smile and using his bloated and blackened The long tongue gave him a wet kiss. The guy soon became a maggot-fly hybrid.

He kept replaying the scene just now in his mind, and Kari Dosiris, who was still scolding him before, was bitten in half by this demon who somehow got out of the communicator.

He stood still with difficulty, then pulled out the portable laser gun around his waist and fired again and again. Someone resisted just like him. But the laser guns with the original power could not hurt the demons, let alone their portable pistols with reduced power. The demons looked at them indifferently, put down the technician who had become a breeding ground for the epidemic, and turned around gracefully.

"The blue jays' tricks work so well," he said with a quirky smile. "Everyone, I'm here to share my love with you."

It exhaled a puff of green smoke, and the young Marciss bore the brunt of it, engulfed directly—three seconds later, the pistol fell to the ground, and the others watched in horror as his face swollen and red from suffocation , looking at his blackened fingers and speckled neck.

Watch him a little...explode.

Mycelium emerged from his body, and someone couldn't take it any longer, and he pushed open the door and ran out. Before taking a few steps, he bumped into a thick wall again. He stood up, but his trembling body suddenly froze.

Because, the slightly elastic rebound and the breath that came to him had already told him that it was not a wall.

To be precise, it was another green demon.

Thick creep had covered the hallway, from floor to ceiling, and Nurgling hovered around him chatteringly, a stench of putrefaction piercing his nostrils. A large, disgustingly warm, sticky hand grabbed his shoulders, and the demon smiled gently, stuffing his head into his waist.

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Marius' power punches aren't just capable of smashing the heads of traitors or demons. Two special bolters are placed under a pair of his fists, capable of firing at will. He has killed many things, aliens, traitors, demons, and this time, the object he wants to kill is his own brother.

"Battlemaster!"

A fighting brother fell to his knees, took off his helmet in pain, and threw it on the ground. The helmet began to yellow and rot in just a few seconds, and the pottery steel easily turned into a pool of acid water. He screamed: "Chapter Master!"

"Kill me!" he said, and the voice was more than pain.

Marius raised his hand, and the muzzle did not tremble, ending his pain. Behind him were the only remaining forty-five Astartes who had not been infected by the plague, and thirteen battle nuns, two of whom were carrying the wounded Grand Sister Andrea. At this moment, everyone is running.

Facing those Slaanesh demons while dealing with the plague of Nurgle? Marius didn't think he was an idiot, so it was impossible for him to make such a death-defying decision. The first strategy he could think of was to retreat to the bottom of the power plant. That's where the fuel injection port is, and if the demons want to do something, that's where it should start.

They'll hold on there, and with a little geographical advantage, should be able to hold on for a while longer. This time should also be enough for the battle brother he sent to send the information to the glory of Macragge. Thinking of this, Marius jumped down from the side of the stairs and landed firmly on the ground. Others didn't follow suit and chose to jump off the ground.

Steve Rogers is not here, he seems to have disappeared. Marius didn't know what happened to him, but he couldn't do anything but pray for him from the bottom of his heart. The forty-five Astartes quickly formed formation, and the battle nuns provided cover for them with bolters in hand.

The bottom of the power plant is huge, and to get here, in addition to jumping down like Marius, it is through those crude metal stairs. However, Marius didn't know whether there would be any flying species among the Slaanesh demons that came this time. He just raises his power punch, making sure he can hit anything that comes in his sight.

He has a thousand questions.

Why did Steve disappear? Where do these plagues come from? Why did the demons of Slaanesh seem to be colluding with the demons of Nurgle again...and the blue phantom he saw, and what kind of conspiracy was behind it all. Marius had a thousand questions and could not answer any of them.

But he knew one thing, and he knew it very well.

His voice echoed among the warriors: "Ultramarines! Battle nuns! We will die, no doubt! Tell me, do you fear death?"

"Do not!"

"Yes, that's exactly it!" cried Marius, with a determination in his voice that anyone could hear. "We despise death, death is commonplace, and the only thing we fear is not getting the job done! So Ultramarines, battle nuns!"

Marius Calgar's voice became calm, but the emotion in it was fiery: "Let's fight to the death!"

"For the Emperor, for Holy Terra!"

In the high and high roar one after another, Sister Andrea's eyelids trembled slightly.

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The Vengeance, thirty-one hours before Terra.

He Shenyan was sitting upright in the air. He was meditating suddenly, and he frowned suddenly. Then he opened his eyes. His vision was already filled with the brilliance of star torches. Unlike the original golden color, it was now extremely bright, almost becoming a Pure white.

"Is that so?" The mage narrowed his eyes, stretched out his arm, dragged a ray of light from the star torch, brought it to his mouth, and ate it abruptly.

"I see," he said quietly, blood dripping from his mouth. "We'll be there soon."

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